My Fight Against Suicidal

I’m suicide, I’m an option. I’m the back door you think of often. You want a way out and I’ve got one. I’m a relief from the hurt and the sorrow. What pains you
 today won’t pain you tomorrow. People will forget and life will go on It won’t be long and the memory of... Continue Reading →

Des-sensitized

There's no escape. The back door I saw before isn't there anymore. When I was little I couldn't see blood without getting nauseated and vomiting.  I remember the first time I saw an animal on the side of the freeway, driving with my mother to a dentist appointment in Silverdale ...It had been, before being... Continue Reading →

My Dad

Mirage by Geoffrey Holdsworth 1940 A man in an open shirt sat gazing out to sea; A young man, a hale man, and I wished that I were he and that the things I loved were as they used to be. What did he see as he sat there? Some woman's shining hair, or the... Continue Reading →

My Mother

Sitting in the passenger seat at 8 years old, as my mom drove down the road, I was staring at my reflection in the car window. Self critical even when so little "I hate the shape of my eyes" I criticized. And my mom turned her head and smiled wide. I always thought her smile... Continue Reading →

Snowball

SNOWBALL by Emma Bush 2015 Once I was nothing more than a drop of rain
, up high in the sky
, yet to feel the pain of change... just a drop dripping and falling down towards that impressive ground, down below
, where I watched all the other raindrops go. Perhaps I don’t know as much as... Continue Reading →

Lost Fish

I was never good at speaking
, it was always a frustrating
thing to me. Uncle Louie described me as standoffish, but I was just a lost fish, scared of other in the sea. I observed the others. I looked up to my brother and I thank God for my father and mother
, I felt like we... Continue Reading →

Black Sheep

Look at that one black sheep! She looks so scared – Like she wants to run… That blacks sheep, she’s trying to fit in, but she sticks out like a sore thumb. Everyone seems to speak the
 same language but for her! She’s feeling deaf and dumb. Poor 'lil black sheep, so confused! Not quite sure... Continue Reading →

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